Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Lisa: Ava's Camp

LISA

After miles of walking, the sun is pretty high in the sky.

I'm too exhausted to shove back layers to take a peek at my watch, plus I really don't want to know what time it is. If it's too early, I'll know we're still ages from seeing Ava. If it's too late, I'll be even more exhausted knowing how long we've been trudging through the snow.

Better to just keep going as my lungs burn and my whole body aches. I really thought I was ready for this, but I'm not in as good of shape as I'd thought.

Kellan's doubtful stare when I asked to come along is really making sense.

"Don't worry." Mira's friendly voice tells me she's back. Sometimes she roams ahead, helping break trail. "We aren't far now."

Thank. Fucking. God.

Mira points at a thin line of grey against the pale winter sky. "See that smoke? That's their camp."

My shoulders sag with relief as I stare at the back of Kellan's head. His broad shoulders haven't slowed once during our trek, and here I am ready to collapse. "Have I slowed you all down?"

"Not at all." Mira's smile warms her words. "We don't always scout in wolf form, you know."

"Why not?" It hadn't occurred to me that they would do that, but now that she's mentioned it—well, why wouldn't they? "Wouldn't it be easier?"

the snow, her boots sending up a sparkling spray. "Things are different when we're shifted. We don't

"Different how?"

over. Pack bonds grow stronger, but complex reasoning becomes harder.

at Kellan's back. His steady stride hasn't faltered once during

the freezing air. My legs burn with each step through the deep snow, and my breath comes in harsh pants that crystallize in front

The promise

snow as she waves both arms like

crashes through the snow. Selene slams into me with the force of a furry semi, knocking me flat

shield my face from her

hands grip my arms, hauling me back to my feet. Snow clings to my clothes, but I don't care as I stumble forward to wrap Ava in

out here?" Ava squeezes

see you." I pull back, noting the rosy flush in her cheeks. She looks better than I do after a night in

this meal down my throat,

conversation with Marcus, their heads bent together as they discuss whatever important wolf business

you caught

going to help eat it. Want some stew? You look

embarrassingly loud growl. Ava laughs and loops her arm through mine, leading me toward the tent. The smell of herbs

packs supplies into neat bundles, barely sparing us a glance as

ever seen camping are small. Not the kind

but Greg snored all

has me sit on what appears to be a folded sleeping bag. My muscles protest the movement—I'll definitely feel this trek

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